I Became the Snow Woman I Made

66 – Trespassing on the Lord’s House

The Snow Castle is wide and vast, with many facilities and rooms.

From the drawing room to the storage room, the dressing room, the utility room, etc… Of course, I didn’t have everything, so I added something more as needed.

There is a library as a representative example.

Returning from the igloo, I was turning over the bookshelves in the place I had previously renovated.

“A long time ago there was a monster with five legs. It ate metal and breathed fire…”

One of the book-type items that decorate the library.

A collection of fairy tales I picked up to read to pass the time was in full swing.

“Is it a starfish?”

No, was that a setting that made it vulnerable to fire?

As I looked around, I often noticed gimmicks inspired by modern fiction.

“It is said that Hypnos, the god of autumn, had a heavy mace. He wielded the mace and dropped his lightning…”

I tilted my head because I felt familiar.

“Is it Thor?”

It’s definitely something I’ve seen in Norse mythology or somewhere… But somehow it was strange.

The story itself was so-so, but I read the book occasionally for the fun of finding something similar.

“Ah.”

But I soon got tired of it.

My eyes were sore from all the explanations.

“Let’s read this far for today.”

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I closed the book, got up and went to the window.

There was still a raging snowstorm outside. It’s the same as usual, but I can’t see anything suitable for building a house.

“I hope you are doing well.”

Nell and Mishra.

There is almost no place to compare in terms of strength, but strangely, the unreliable image was strong.

Just as I was about to take a look around, the door to the library opened.

“Quillière!”

Familiar sentences and familiar voices.

Nell’s cheeks were red, probably because he had been outside for a long time.

“Hey, you’re here! I’ve been looking for you for a while.”

“What’s up?”

Breathing heavily as if he had rushed out.

I asked with curiosity.

“Ah, that’s…”

“What did Mishra say?”

“Huh? No. That lizard is fine. I can’t make an igloo dirty.”

Diss flowed naturally, but it was nothing new.

If it’s not because of Mishra, what’s the problem?

“Then why?”

I asked as I put the book I was reading into the bookshelf.

Nell scratched his cheek for a while, contemplating, then spat out.

“Over there.”

“Yes.”

“We have guests.”

The collection of folktales went into the bookshelf.

I stood still with my hand on the back of the book.

“… Huh?”

***

Nell explained in gibberish, but I couldn’t understand what he meant.

Who, how, and why came to me?

I had no choice but to come down to the first floor and stand in front of the front door to meet him in person.

“·······.”

Unknown guests or uninvited guests cannot enter the castle.

It’s because you haven’t gotten my permission yet.

I made up my mind and turned the doorknob.

The first thing I saw was a white suit of armor.

“Oh, oh oh…”

A blank exclamation then touched her ear.

Even though she couldn’t see her face, she could still feel the admiration of the man in front of her.

I raised my eyebrows.

“You said you were looking for me?”

“······· Ah.”

The stiff man lowered his head as he bluntly struck the player.

The enthusiastic voice returned.

“Meet Quilière.”

“Who are you?”

“Your belief is Duwade, a Crusader of the Church. I have come to attend Quilière.”

“…What.”

A strange person was saying strange things.

My eyebrows narrowed on their own.

“They’re serving me.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Are you saying you’re going to take me to the church?”

“No, it can’t be. You can be where you want to be.”

“…Mmm.”

You didn’t mean to take her away, did you mean that you wanted to take her by her side?

It was better than the former, but it was embarrassing.

“Why are you inviting me?”

When asked about the most important point, Duway answered in a serious voice.

“Because Quilière is Quilière.”

“…?”

My chin tilted to one side.

There were a few facts that I realized through a brief conversation.

This person is a crusader named Duway from the Church, and I came to serve him because I am Quilière.

“·······.”

I don’t understand the last word, but I was able to come up with a hypothesis.

I cracked my brain in a cool tone.

“He said he came from the Catholic Church.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then you must have heard what I said before I left Astar.”

The leading hypothesis was the possibility that he was a person intentionally sent by the Great War.

Duwade readily agreed.

“Of course. It was a historical moment that I will never forget.”

“But why did you come? I’m not a saint, and I have no intention of helping you.”

I was sent to change my mind in a place where I was still mistaken for a great being like a saint.

If appeasement was the purpose, everything was understood.

It shouldn’t have been hard to figure out my location.

Assuming that, I was nervous.

“It’s to serve Quilière.”

“·······.”

The Crusader’s answer made me go crazy.

Not even a parrot.

Anyway, I didn’t need this suspicious man, and I didn’t want to be worshiped or honored.

“Go back.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t need anything like you.”

Looking at what he was doing in this climate, it was clear that he was a great talent.

It was natural that the kingdom would not have sent a weak messenger, but an unreliable ally was more dangerous than an enemy.

Duway expressed his agitation at my knife-like refusal.

“······Quillier-sama?! Please wait a moment.”

“Why?”

“This is a premature decision! Please think again. It will never be a nuisance to you.”

“I don’t need it.”

I thought he was a heavy man, but he showed more embarrassment than I could have imagined.

He hastily expressed his strengths.

“It may be disappointing for Quilière-sama, but I can fully protect my body, and my holy power—”

“I don’t need it…”

Kung!

At that time, a vibration came riding up on his road surface.

The movement of a gigantic being. This was also familiar, and when I turned around, a pale-skinned frost giant was approaching.

“Sasquatch.”

Because of his height, he couldn’t enter the castle, so he was busy patrolling the snowfield every day.

The giant looked down at me while chewing on a pillar of ice.

“······!”

I heard the sound of swallowing from the side.

You can’t help but be surprised when you see it for the first time.

Anyway, it worked just fine.

“Welcome, Sasquatch.”

─·······!

To my words, the giant responded with a friendly roar.

I pointed to Duway and commanded.

“Don’t let him in.”

“······Yes? Hey—”

Quaang!

I closed the door the moment he was about to open his mouth with his pupils dilated.

Now that I’ve said everything, I can leave the rest to Sasquatch.

“Mr. Quilière…!”

─────!

The outside was bustling with unusual noises.

Even so, the inside of the castle was intact, so it seemed that he was working hard.

I was satisfied.

“I will give up soon and go back.”

***

······The flow of time was both fast and slow.

Sometimes it was like captivity, and other times it was like eternity.

Robrock on a day when winter is strongest and spring is not too far away.

At the official residence of the system, Artan was having a conversation with a group of small and large officials.

“hahahaha. The situation in the empire is a bit turbulent these days.”

“Right. Were you having a discussion about him?”

“Yes. I was exchanging opinions with these friends. As a vassal of the Empire, I just wanted to contribute to the development of the country.”

Here, a group means a kind of connection that is not revealed externally but is known to those in the know.

One of those kind of collusion that exists unknowingly.

Their leader, the bureaucrat Daywell, was an accomplished talker.

“In the midst of that, Crown Prince Yiri made his way… I think this must also be some kind of fate.”

“Destiny?”

“It is Heaven’s will that Your Highness give you an answer.”

“Is that so? Maybe so.”

Artan silently accepted his oiling.

The power structure of the empire wasn’t complicated, but it wasn’t that simple either.

The moment he became the crown prince, the mainstream naturally took his side.

However, not everyone was like that, and of course there were those who held other strings.

“Yes. So, I’d like to hear from Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

“That’s my opinion.”

Daywell and his group were in a neutral position, so to speak, not holding the strings on either side.

It was possible because he had a strong prestige, and it was necessary to make him an ally.

“For a nation to stand upright, shouldn’t its pillars be solid?”

Artan spoke nonchalantly, maintaining the dignity of a monarch’s successor.

His job was to embrace as many of them as possible.

Daywell flinched at the determined tone, but exaggerated admiration quickly returned as if it were an illusion.

“Indeed! You are indeed right. He is also the Crown Prince. We were worrying unnecessarily.”

“Are you saying that reading the state of the empire is useless?”

“Your Highness is standing tall here, so what’s the point of all our concerns?”

“Hmm. I won’t deny that I am a pillar. But.”

The prince glanced behind him.

The waiting eunuch brought the prepared items.

“This is a gift from Her Highness, concerned about your health. Please accept it with pleasure.”

“·······.”

The sudden incident made the officials blink.

Artan calmly continued with his complexion unchanged.

“Aren’t you also the pillars of the empire? There is only one pillar so you can’t use your strength, so please remain in the empire for a long time and devote yourself.”

“······No!”

“Huh… Your Highness!”

Officials exclaimed in genuine surprise.

Their eyes were mysteriously changed, but soon they gathered around the crown prince.

Praise poured in all at once.

“You are so generous and devoted, Soshin is proud to be a servant of the Empire.”

“So am I! We are the pillars. We are simply supporting the Crown Prince—”

The signal was received and an agreement was reached.

Artan just looked at them with a calm smile. He set a clear goal and his actions were unstoppable.

He had always been reluctant to go into politics, but he fully understood the principle.

“That’s too much praise. Not that much.”

Landfill conquest.

In order to reach that absurd goal, he had to move busily, regardless of means and methods.

As such, he was steadily building up his strength.

***

Near the Snow Castle.

An unwelcome visitor was sitting in a place where the fierce snow wind blew.

No, to be precise, he was on his knees.

Patter─

Dewey did not budge even when the snow wet his head.

He even firmly ignored the cold air creeping up on his knees.

“This is also an ordeal…”

Invite Mr. Quilière.

I came only with that one thought and there was no other way.

Although I was rejected, it was too early to give up.

He gazed at the main gate of the castle with his chin fixed and motionless.

“One day my heart will reach him… Until then, I will not move a single step here.”

······I don’t have the confidence to endure it if Quilière tells me to go again.

I try to mutter with an earnest heart while chewing on sadness.

“I’m here to serve you.”

It’s just that his will was weak, or the air in this snowy field was that harsh.

“How can I please him…”

There are two henchmen and numerous spirits guarding his side, but will he really fill the castle?

At that time, the frost giant approached, saying that even ghosts will appear if you speak.

─────!

Sasquatch stood next to Duwade, staring at the castle.

Then he lowered his gaze slightly.

“·······.”

For some reason, the look was pitiful, and Dew Wade tightened his chin even more.